The new Nimber came out this time and didn't put on much pomp.

An ordinary satin sedan chair, accompanied by several strong people, rushed to the Yongding River in a light car.

Not long after crossing the Lugou Bridge, Xin Ningbo heard a very loud roar, 'click' and 'click' resounding in the snow-white plains.

Xin Nimbo lifted the small curtain and took a look, and was immediately attracted by the scene he had never seen before.

On the bank of the empty Yongding River, there are more than a dozen large workshops.

Among them, there were three or four large workshops, and thick smoke rose into the sky.

It is extremely conspicuous on this endless snow-white plain.

It is now the cold winter wax moon, and the cold wind is blowing on the snow field, and after Xin Ningbo opened the small curtain, a cold wind poured in in an instant.

New Ningbo, who is more afraid of the cold, always wears an extra mink fur every time he goes out, and he doesn't dare to open the curtain.

Now not only did he lift the curtain, but until he left the billowing black smoke workshop, Xin Ningbo's hands were frozen, and he still kept lifting the curtain.

It's like having overcome the fear of the cold.

Bypassing Wang Gongju, he saw the billowing black smoke that went straight into the sky again.

This time there were more columns of smoke than last time, and they were even more spectacular.

Coming to the gate of the Beiping Machinery Bureau, Xin Ningbo finally lowered the curtain and retracted his gaze.

The stewards who were squatting in the quadrangular pavilions on both sides of the gate saw another stunned young man and wanted to go in on a rampage.

All showed a playful smile, ready to see the old man in this satin sedan chair, who was blasted out by the courtyard at the door.

Who would have thought that the people in the satin sedan chair not only went in, but also went in in a satin sedan chair.

The stewards in the quadrangular pavilion were immediately dumbfounded, and secretly regretted why they didn't speak up just now and made a good fate, so that they could also enter.

The nursing home at the gate was just about to stop the satin sedan chair, and when they saw a person in the family, they were all stunned.

It was actually a guerrilla general, whom these disabled sergeants had met during a meritorious service award.

The nurses, who didn't dare to slack off, quickly got out of the way and let them go in and wait.

Xin Nimbo wrapped his mink fur tightly and stepped on the clean green brick road, and his ears were immediately filled with all kinds of noisy sounds.

There was also a thick cloud of smoke that hit the snowy sky.

There seems to be a very familiar sound of sawing wood, but the sound of this sawing wood is very strange.

The sound of normal sawing wood is very slow and rhythmic.

The sound of sawing wood here is very rapid, so rapid that it looks like a thick log, and it can be sawed in a few breaths.

Xin Ningbo smiled indifferently, he was really concerned about it, he was so annoyed by the timber incident recently, and he even had such a ridiculous idea.

It is not for nothing that Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, can make the business of the Beiping Machinery Bureau prosperous.

walked over and only glanced at it, and immediately recognized who the person in front of him was, and said flatteredly: "Uncle is here, it's really brilliant." ”

Zhu Shou, the factory owner who has not read a few books, has been a tooth man for decades, but the flattery is one set in a row.

The crepe of the text was full of fluffiness, and he said it casually.

These nobles are usually accustomed to seeing no one in their eyes, and when they see the members of the Donglin Party, they don't want to pay attention to them, and they won't look at them, let alone a small workshop owner.

New Nimber walked straight to the textile workshop.

Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, was not dissatisfied, but carefully accompanied him, his face was almost full of laughter, and he kept muttering a word.

"Ancestors bless, ancestors bless, I actually met Uncle Xinning, and I am so close to him, this honor is enough to brag for a lifetime."

The moment he stepped into the textile workshop, he stopped on the spot and stopped taking a step forward.

Inside the spacious workshop, dozens of craftsmen walk back and forth, all dressed in thin plackets.

Stout logs, carried to the platform by several young craftsmen, with something spinning rapidly.

In just a few breaths, a thick log was sawn in half.

New Nimber stared at the textile workshop with flying sawdust for a long time.

The sweaty craftsman seemed to be more attractive than the female jinshi on the flower case.

Xin Ningbo originally didn't intend to talk to the person with a humble status in front of him, and he lost his identity.

Under the stunned gazes of several relatives behind him, Xin Ningbo not only spoke, but also smiled faintly: "Dare to ask Mr. Honorable Name." ”

The guerrilla general knew why Xin Ningbo had such a shocking performance, and after seeing this fairy-like machine, it was reasonable to laugh and even feast on this humble businessman.

When Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, heard that Xin Ningbo actually asked his name, he forgot to answer for a while, and stood in place and laughed stupidly.

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